“You permitted me then to call you my friend. " "Forgive you!" echoed his mother, with a look radiant with delight. But how am I to know of things?” “Some things I hope you may never know,” he said. “Why did you ever let me love you? Why did you ever let me peep through the gates of Paradise? Oh! my God! I don’t begin to feel and realize this yet. A traffic of copious barges slumbered over the face of the river-barges either altogether stagnant or dreaming along in the wake of fussy tugs; and above circled, urbanely voracious, the London seagulls.
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